Warning Lyrics by Notorious Big
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Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...

[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
so I can rip through the ligaments
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........
Who the fuck is this?  pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin  now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye  see who's this pagin me and why..  It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop  told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot  some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour  slow down love please chill drop the caper  remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville  that you rolled dice wit  smoked the blunts and got nice wit  yeah my little Fame up in Prospect  nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect  I didn't say dem,  they schooled me to some niggas  that you knew from back when,  when you was clockin minor figures  Now they heard you blowin up like nitro  know they wanna stick the knife  through your windpipe slow..  so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you  you got the mac Biggie  tell me what you wanna do...    [CHORUS]  Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers    [VERSE 2]  They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus  wit the Texas license plate outta state  they heard about the pounds  you got down in Georgetown  now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down  they even heard about the crib  you bought your moms out in Florida  the fifth corridor....  Call the coroner  there's gonna be alot of slow singin  and flower bringin  if my burgular alarm starts ringin  whatcha think all the guns is for?  all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door  and I feed em gun powder so they can devour  the criminals tryin to clock my decimals  DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.  And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems  it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha  see your picture, now they wanna  grab they guns and come and getcha  Bethca Biggie won't slip  I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip  so I can rip through the ligaments  put they bodies in a bad prediciment  where all the foul niggas went  Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta  Buck with what I had you with  you motherfuckers betta duck  I bring pain, blood stains on what remains  Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it  Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket  so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole  I fuck around and get hardcore  C4 to ya door no beef no more  feel the rush scandalous  The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous  I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew  What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you  I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in  Hold on I hear somebody comin........